Whisper

Warning: implied rape scene



Chapter 14: Tourniquet-Evanescence



They stayed in the Great Hall for a while watching Harry’s dreams till they had to leave. A lot of Harry’s dreams revolved around Draco and Harry being together. Obviously Draco returned rekindled Harry’s hope that Draco liked him, and Draco did like Harry. Through James and Kid he was learning more about Harry then he thought he knew. And he was actually starting to like Harry Potter, maybe more then that.



‘When did I start thinking of him as “Harry”?’ thought Draco.



A poke in his shoulder made him look up from his musing.



“What are you thinking about,” asked James.



“Just what I learned so far from Harry,” said Draco and laughed. “And wondering when I started calling him ‘Harry’.”



James chuckled. “Well, when you’re as intimate as you are now, you can’t help but refer to them by their first name.”



Draco smiled down at him. “I guess you’re right.”



“Kid tired of walking,” said their youngest companion. “Pick Kid up now?”



And Draco did, grunting from the weight of the boy.



“Is he getting heavier?” asked James.



“Seems like,” said Draco. “Here. And he handed Kid to the teenager. James weighed him by moving Kid up and down. Kid thought it a game and squealed in delight.



“You’re right, he is heavier,” said James setting Kid on his hip. It had become awkward now, with James leaning to one side to try and balance the weight.



“Again, James!” said Kid. “Again!”



“Not now, Kid,” said James. “Now we have to hide from the bad men.”



“Like Hide and Seek?” asked Kid.



“Exactly like Hide and Seek,” said James. He saw Draco curious expression. “It’s a Muggle game.”



“Kind of like the invisibility game,” asked Draco. “One person hides and another tries to find him?”



“That’s Hide and Seek,” laughed James. “I’m still wondering how Kid could use our power here. I’ve tried and got nothing.”



“Well, he was extremely frightened at the time,” said Draco. “Maybe that’s it? Intense emotion.”



“Before third year, our uncle’s sister, Marge, came to visit. At first it was okay. She snapped and barked orders. She treated her dog more humane then us. But one day, she started putting down our parents, calling our mother a “bitch” and our father a “drunk”.”



“James say bad word!” said Kid pointing at James.



“Yes, I did, and don’t you repeat it.” He turned to Draco. “That was the story my aunt and uncle came up with in why I was an orphan. That Mum was a prostitute and Dad was a drunk, and that they died in a car crash that Dad caused and I was the only survivor.”



“That’s disgusting,” said Draco in repulsion. “No wonder you were ignorant when you came to Hogwarts.”



“Well, when Marge started her rant we became so angry we….blew her up.”



“You what?!”



“Not literally! Like a balloon, and she floated away like one too!”



Draco laughed at the thought of a large woman that resembled Harry’s uncle floating away. James laugh too as he caught the thought.



“That’s about what she looked like,” said James.



“So you were angered when you magically attacked this Marge?”



“Yes, we just were so mad at her and wanted her to float away like the balloon she was, and she did.”



Draco laughed again as they walked. At Draco’s laughing, Kid took up telling funny stories from Harry’s youth to keep the blonde Mind-Healer laughing, mostly stories of accidental magic with funny endings. Draco did find the stories funny and laughed at the ending of each story.



Draco looked outside and saw that the grey clouds were now turning black, and the thunder and lightening were frequent. The wind howled against the dirty windows and hollered against the frames.



“The storm’s getting worse,” he said. “It’s more like a hurricane or typhoon now.”



“Yes,” said James. “And the Dementors attacks are more frequent now.”



Draco looked around. Being a Mind-Healer he had been taught to expect absurdities in a person’s mind, but Harry’s mind was so random he couldn’t get a firm grasp on anything.



“The Dementors sense….No, it’s not the Dementors. It’s Harry. He senses something and the Dementors are trying to stop it.”



“What does Harry sense,” asked Kid looking up at Draco. Draco closed his eyes to concentrate better. From the Dementors he sensed the cold emptiness that was their being, and Hogwarts had an old decaying feel to it. Harry, when Draco first saw him, had a sad tragic feeling and it was still there, but there was a small spark of something Draco hadn’t felt before. And as he felt the spark grow bigger when Draco touched it, as it happy to feel him. The spark felt good, happy and healthy.



“Healing,” said Draco opening his eyes. “Harry’s healing.” Happily he touched a wall and felt the spark under his palm.



“You mean Harry’s getting better?” asked James.



“Yes. Here, feel.” Taking James’ hand he pressed it against the wall. Kid, curious, did the same. Draco felt the pulse again. “Feel that?”



“Yes,” said James. “A pulse. Almost like a heartbeat.”



“Tingly warm,” said Kid in a giddy tone.



“Think about it,” said Draco. “First we’re forcing doors open that have been closed for so long, forcing Harry and you guys, to relive those memories. At first, Harry wouldn’t let anyone comfort him. But I’m here, in his mind where everything is open and when I comfort you, I’m also comforting Harry.



“And then Kid regained his ability to talk and use magi you said you couldn’t raise the curse, because Harry was too passive to use any strong emotion. But Kid was really scared and without you for the first time, so that made him scared. The magic around him, Harry’s magic, reacted to that fear and used the spell needed to protect him.”



“So it was Harry, not Kid, that made the shield,” said James.



“I believe so.”



“What about the headaches,” asked James. “Harry shouldn’t have headaches.”



Draco thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s the Dementor’s fight back. They’re giving Harry headaches and you’re feeling the effects.”



“The Dementors are fighting back?!”



“Wouldn’t you?” Draco sighed. “We have to find Harry’s worst memories and make him feel them before he truly heals.”



“And then?”



Draco shook his head. “I don’t know. I would like to find his happy memories, but I don’t know where to look. Can you?”



James shrugged. “Could be anywhere. Hogwarts in general was his most favorite place. He waited eagerly for the end of summer to go back.”



“Did he have a favorite class room?”



“Lion,” said Kid tugging on Draco’s arm.



“There isn’t any ions here, Kid,” said Draco. “When this is over I’ll take Harry to the zoo for you, okay?”



“The Defense Against the Dark Arts room,” answered James. “But that one holds a bad memory.”



“Lion,” said Kid again.



“Yes, Kid, lion. But we can’t see a lion right now.”



“No,” whined Kid, angry at being ignored “Lion room. Go to lion room!”



“Of course,” said James. “Gryffindor Tower! If Harry wanted to hide his memories, it would have been there! It’s the most obvious choice! Oh, why didn’t I think of it before?”



“Too busy running,” said Draco and placed a hand on Kid’s head. He suddenly remembered an old saying he heard once, but never really understood it till now.



And the children shall lead.



“Don’t beat yourself over it,” said Draco taking James into his arms. “You’d have figured it out eventually.”



James smiled. “But not without your help.”



“Oh, yes,” said Draco teasingly. “Because you and Harry can’t do anything without my help.”



James playfully punched Draco in the arm, and then leaned up to kiss Draco. Draco accepted the kiss and went as far as James wanted. The teenager was more then willing to kiss Draco, but if anything got further then that James would withdraw. Draco would immediately stop and let James his own way. Draco knew the signs but didn’t want to ask about it. And the parts about Harry’s life James wanted to keep secret Draco wanted to find out. And he had a feeling he was about to find out, and soon.



Kid tugged and Draco’s arm. “Kid want kiss too,” he said.



Draco smiled, picked Kid up and kissed his cheek. James leaned over and gave Kid a kiss on the other cheek.



“Come on,” said Draco. “Let’s go to the lion’s den.”



Smiling both headed toward Gryffindor Tower, Kid swinging between them. They were so enveloped in their good feelings that they didn’t notice the coldness in the air till it was too late. A Dementor hovered in front of them, blocking their path.



“Run,” yelled James. Kid whimpered and clutched James’ hand and tried to hide behind his teenage doppelganger. James picked Kid up as they ran. “It’s all right, Kid. I won’t let them have you again.”



“Agreed,” said Draco. “But the problem is that they’re leading us to wear they want us to go, forcing us in the opposite direction. And I’ll lay bets they’re all around us.”



“Where will Kid, James and Draco go,” asked Kid.



“To the dudgeons.”



“The dudgeons?!” said James in surprise.



“Do you have a better idea,” asked Draco looking at him.



James growled and looked down at Kid who whimpered against him. “All right. We’ll have to go to the dudgeons.”



Shifting Kid to his hip, James grabbed Draco’s hand and all three ran to the dudgeons. Draco lead. Draco tripped twice but managed to keep his balance thanks to James. James almost lost hold of Kid till Draco transferred the child to his arms and hey continued running. Finally they reached the dudgeons and they ran toward Snape’s private office.



“No, Draco, not that one,” yelled James. “Ay room but that one!”



“James, the Dementor’s are almost here,” yelled back Draco as Kid beat against his back and screamed in his ear, obviously knew the same secret behind the door that James did. “Now’s not the time to be picky!” Draco Grabbed James’ hand and dragged him forward.



“Draco, no!”



But Draco had already opened the door and stepped through.



(He under the blanket in the cupboard that was his bedroom. His cousin was at a sleepover and his aunt was visiting a “friend” in the country for the day, so it was just him and his uncle. Out of all of his relatives, he feared and hated his uncle most. Not because Vernon yelled at him the most, but because of what Vernon could do to him when they were alone.



“Boy!” yelled Vernon and he jumped. “Come here!”



“Coming, Uncle Vernon,” he said. Throwing off his blanket he reached for the door.



“Hurry up, boy!”



“Coming! Coming!” He opened the door and went to his uncle’s side before Vernon got angry.



Get me another beer,” yelled Vernon.



“Yes, uncle!” And he ran to the kitchen to get another, not mention Vernon’s already flushed face. Running into the kitchen he tripped on his over-sized pants and fell. “Ow!”



“Clumsy fool,” hollered his uncle. “Quit fooling around and get me my beer!”



“Yes, Uncle Vernon,” he said getting up and running back towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge he grabbed a beer bottle.



“Hurry up, boy!”



“Coming, Uncle Vernon. Coming.” And he ran into the living room and handed the bottle to Vernon. Vernon grabbed it roughly and he could smell the alcohol on his uncle’s breathe. He attempted to go back to his cupboard when Vernon grabbed his arm.



“Stay,” order Vernon. He looked at his uncle in surprise. Normally his relatives didn’t want him around after he completed a task. But he wasn’t going to pass up a good opportunity.



“Yes, Uncle Vernon.” And he attempted to sit on the floor, but Vernon steered him onto the couch, very close to him. He blinked in surprise but turned his attention to the television. It was a talk show program, one’s housewives liked to watch while doing laundry and a girl was talking about her boyfriend cheating on her with another man.



“Cheating fag,” said Vernon taking a swing from his beer. He looked at his uncle, puzzled. What was so wrong about a by loving another? Wasn’t it the same as a boy loving a girl? His uncle put an arm around his shoulder. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable about the limb being there. “Choose one. You can’t have both.”



He didn’t say anything, too afraid of provoking his uncle. Meanwhile the arm started to rub his shoulder, then down his back. It made him even more uncomfortable. His uncle never acted like this.



The hand moved from his back to his thigh, his uncle rubbing up and down the leg.



“Are…are you feeling well, Uncle Vernon,” he asked.



“Oh yes, I feel well,” said Vernon, with a glint in his eye as he looked at him. “Very well.”



What happened next was a blur, but a vivid one. Vernon lunged at him and pinned him to the couch. He screamed, yelled to be let go and asked what he did wrong. Vernon just had a predatorily face as he held him, arms above his head, and stripped his clothes. He screamed, pleaded for Vernon to get let go of him. But Vernon didn’t. He could feel something beginning to snap within him, but he held it down. No, he couldn’t use that. Vernon would be even angrier.



Next came the pain that flowed from his anus, when something thrusted inside hard that shouldn’t have been. He tried to block out the pain, but it was too much and he screamed. Thrust, pain, and scream. Thrust, pain, and scream. It seemed endless.



Then it ended. His uncle collapsed on top of him and his little lungs let out o huff of air. Vernon laid on his tiny body for a moment before getting up, pulled out of him, and gently picked him up. He had the curiosity to look at his lower half. Blood dripped down his thighs and there were bruises on his hips where Vernon held him down. Pain and exhaustion finally over took him and he blacked out.)



Draco pulled out of the memory with a gasps and collapsed on the floor. How…How could that have happened? Why did it happen? It was the most vile, most awful thing to happen to a person. Harry had looked to be Kid’s age in the vision and the magic would still be developing at that age, the child not really able to control it yet and at that age, children were mostly passive. Even in an older witch or wizard, rape was a horrific thing. Usually they would be able to defend themselves but children can’t. Their magic was too basic to defend.



Behind him he heard a whimper and turned to see Kid curled up in a ball on the floor. James was a few feet away in a heated rage. Draco went over to Kid and gathered the boy in his arms.



“It’s all right,” he said. “It’s just a vision. It’s not real.”



“Kid did nothing wrong,” said the child as ears streamed down his face. “Why Uncle hurt Kid?”



Draco just hushed Kid and held him close, tucking Kid’s head under his chin and looked at James. The teenager still didn’t look p. instead he focused his gaze on the floor.



“It was the first of many,” said James. “I still don’t know why he did it. We were just kids, damn it! We didn’t know any better. At first we thought it was a good thing, since Vernon told us what a good boy were afterwards. We even told Petunia that Vernon thought we were good because we let Vernon touch us. She smack us, said we were a bad boy for saying such lies. But we weren’t lying. We don’t lie!”



“Where’s the bastard now,” asked Draco, rage building inside of him. The bastard harmed a child. A child! No one should get away with that!



“A mental institution. He started to get paranoid, seeing wizards everywhere. He was so afraid that his grandchildren might be wizards he tried to kill Dudley. Petunia hit him over the head with a frying pan while Vernon had the gun at Dudley. He was lucky the hammer jammed.”



“Gun,” asked Draco, not knowing the Muggle word.



“I’ll tell you later.”



“Kid did nothing wrong,” said Kid looking up at Draco. “Why did Uncle hurt Kid?”



“Because he’s a bad man,” said Draco. “And bad men like to hurt people.”



“Will Draco hurt Kid,” asked Kid, frightened.



“Never,” said Draco and kissed Kid’s forehead where the scar would be. “I’d never hurt you, Kid.”



Kid smiled and snuggled against Draco’s chest, an occasional tear fell down his cheek, but no sound came from his lips.



To Be Continued